In bed, but are they sleeping like good little ex-Watchers and vampires? Not yet, anyway.

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Continued from here.

"You really should know better than to give me free license like that, love," Spike said, brushing his thumb along the line of Wesley's jaw.

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Wesley made a happy sound into the kiss and slid his hand around to the back of Spike's thigh, moving against him slightly.

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Spike couldn't stop his body from reacting favorably to Wesley's proximity, but he focused on the kiss, not demanding anything else. He was fairly certain that the biggest reason behind Wesley's affection at that moment was to forget about everything else, but he couldn't really bring himself to mind, not when Wesley was so close. Spike got attention, Wesley got to ignore his worries, and they both got comfort. It seemed like a good deal to him.

So Spike just deepened the kiss, his thumb rubbing lightly over the pulse point in Wesley's throat, and didn't worry about anything else.

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The effects of the day were starting to wear on Wesley -- he could feel the weariness in his bones, but he continued to cling to Spike, kissing him for all he was worth. The vampire's body was cool against his own, soothing, somehow, and Wesley gradually felt himself begin to relax.

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"I love having you this close," Spike murmured between extended kisses. "Feeling your breath. Hearing your heartbeat."

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Wesley made a wordless sound of contentment into the next kiss, then he pulled his lips away just long enough to say, "You taste incredible. God, I love your mouth."

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"I'm very fond of yours, myself." Spike moved his hand from caressing Wesley's throat to return to smoothing it over his back, tracing the supple line of his spine and feeling his muscles shift beneath his palm. "Fond of all of you."

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Loving every moment of being touched by Spike, Wesley arched his body and kissed Spike again. He wasn't sure if it was the fact that he was drunk, but somehow this was starting to feel like goodbye, a thought that plunged him into a dark place he hadn't ever wanted to go again. "Would you fuck me?" he asked, running his own hands over Spike's body. "Just once more. Please?"

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Spike was surprised by the request, and his cock hardened while his mind was more skeptical. He pulled back enough to look into Wesley's eyes and said, "Not that I don't want to - I always want to - but I really don't want to hurt you, love, and you've got to be worn out."